Spiritual

They slide away, the days of yore,
From wood to ash, from ash to flame
Like pages turning in the frame
Of an old book, and then no more.
Look: in this question of our hour,

This morning,
the whole world,
was speaking to me.
One sign,
a warning,
another wish me luck,
then who are you?

One bird seen falling,
means ghosts are recalling,

The common fallacy of “Supernatural”

Equilibrium

Chill out...

This is a long 'short' I've been working on for a while. It utilises northern Australian Aboriginal folklore and I'd be very interested in reader's opinions.

Where’s the fortress crowning that kingly belief?
Only he is tort with a child tempers goal?
He, “who strikes the lightening”, forms your soul

Lord; you can extract the salt
Out of the sea;
But how lord do you decree?
Too take the briny-sea out the salt.

Lord; you can smudge a cloud
Out of the skies;

An omen, parks itself on my doorstep
As it draws into me, closer, gripping
My throat begins to tighten the the screw
and I helplessly bleed tears I cannot explain.

I seldom write of death. I’m still too young;
My pen has yet to spell of lives dispelled,
And when I walked my way, the hand I held
Was not the shadow I’ll hold down the long

Candy

via Controlling

Prose about death and reincarnation

Mother earth, not much to say really,

WHY JESSICA DECIEDED TO FOLLOW JESUS

This is a poem that I write
Because the words have failed the tongue.
This is a canticle of night
Because my grail has spilled the sun.
I was religious, though I thought

Authentic by me

Sage from the Pine Ridge Reservation in South Dakota,
slips into a wood burned box. Old woman’s hands caress
the free flapping of wings; for this nighthawk, there is no

On nap of monarch’s wing have I not flown?
Done crossed times mortal ravages
Into that livery my king holds his throne
Save all; but these wolfs and savages.

march to glory

Even fire replaces what it eats,
and even through the flames of lies, the truth comes sprouting through